The spring breath of Hokkaido follows the strong downdraft over Tokyo, like a huge soft hand touching the spring flowers along the way, and at the same time sweeping the water turned from snow into Tokyo's dense steel waterways.
When the first touch of spring touched Yu Xian's childish cheek, Yuxian childishly woke up.
Miyamoto Yukiko was already sitting by the bed. She took off her simple white cotton nightgown and wore only a thin lace patterned bra. She was dressing up in front of the table. She had long, plump, dark hair and elegant and noble hairpins.
The face is as delicate as a flower, and the pale pink shadow in the corner of the eye is innocent and simple, as if the light and shadow of most of the world are secretly hiding inside, poking out the vivid little head.
At this moment, she is just like Xunzi in "Yin Dou's Dancer", simple, shy and out of touch with the world.
In "The Dancer of Yin Dou", Kawabata Yasunari said to the dancer Kaoruko: "When I have you, whether I am buying a tie in the department store or putting away a fish in the kitchen, I will feel happy."
It was raining heavily that day. Xunzi said, I also like Kang Chengjun. I like all the books that Kang Chengjun likes. It would be great if I could read Kang Chengjun all my life. But I have to leave. Please leave me.
forget it.
So the hand that was supposed to hold hands and run to the fairyland at the end of the world was disconnected, and the torrent in my heart overflowed from every crack in the body before it could be vented, making me miserable.
Kawabata Yasunari said, OK, goodbye, I will think of Kaoruko every day.
Yuxian walked out of bed and put a hairpin on Miyamoto Yukiko's hair: "Good morning, Yukiko."
"Ah, you woke up." Yukiko Miyamoto felt that he was like a silent kitten, "Go and brush your teeth. I will make bread and milk for you after I dress up."
"By the way, this is the uniform of your new school." Miyamoto Yukiko threw a box of express delivery onto the quilt next to Yu Xian, "Just use the toothbrush I usually use at night. It's no problem. I'll give it to you.
After you go to school, I will go to the department store to buy you new ones."
"No problem, I don't dislike Xuezi." Yu Xian stretched out his body and rubbed his eyes. The warm winter sun outside the window was just right, and the white light shone on the endless snow, reflecting infinite warmth.
Yu Xian's child took the express box and prepared to open it.
Yukiko Miyamoto handed over a pair of scissors and asked, "Do you need help?"
Yu Xian shook his head naively. He took the scissors from Xuezi's hand and carefully opened the dusty box.
He hasn't received a delivery for a long time.
I once heard a saying that some people are crazy about TV shopping not because the products are attractive, but because those people are too lonely. They open express delivery with the mood of opening a gift every time, even if they already know what is inside.
But I still enjoy it so much.
Everyone has their own quirks, and behind them are childhood scars that are long and indelible.
"I can do it myself." Yuzuru took out the school uniform packed with plastic film from the box. The school uniform was printed with the school uniform emblem of Tokyo Art Elementary School. The school emblem is an almond tree leaf, which is exquisite and beautiful.
"Do you like it?" Miyamoto Yukiko's hand was applying crimson eye shadow, "Quickly put it on and let me see it, I'm really looking forward to it."
"I like it very much, Xuezi, thank you."
Yu Xianzhisheng looked at the back of her black bra. He turned his gaze slightly and saw Xuezi's body reflected in the mirror, her slender neck like a swan, and her earlobes glowing with bird feather-like down under the sunlight.
, the window screen blew behind her, and the floating morning light outlined the birds, flowers, wind, and moon on the lines of her white body. Everything grew in the slight cracks of time, and it was crazy and thrilling.
"Xuezi." Yu Xian called out childishly.
"What are you doing?" Yukiko Miyamoto paused.
"Can you wait and not look back?"
Yuxian said naively, "I'm going to change my clothes. If Xuezi looks at me, I'll be shy."
"If you want me to avoid it, it's better not to do it."
Miyamoto Yukiko put down the cosmetics box in her hand, a sulky look appeared on her beautiful cheeks, "What's so good about a little guy? If the school uniform doesn't fit, you will have to wear casual clothes today. You want me to be raped by your teacher
Does discipline violate school rules?"
Miyamoto Yukiko threw the eyebrow pencil in her hand back to the table, crossed her arms and came to Yu Xianzhisheng, and said: "Just change it in front of me. It's 7:25 now. We have to arrive before 9 o'clock."
School, if it doesn’t fit, we still have half an hour to go to the clothing store to get it cut again.”
The aura is fully opened, shocking people's hearts.
Yuzuru felt that if he talked back again, Yukiko would probably pull out the clothes hanger like a samurai and give him a head start, so he honestly picked up the school uniform and put it on.
Xuezi stared at his small body and various delicate and small organs with a narrow smile in her eyes. Unexpectedly, the more she looked at him, the redder her face became. In the end, she couldn't bear it and turned away.
The development is really good, and it seems that even children cannot underestimate it.
Fortunately, the school uniform fits me well enough and can even be said to be tailor-made.
Of course, except for the baggy pants.
Miyamoto Yukiko made some observations, walked to Yu Xian's side, squatted down against the bed, rolled up his trousers that were slightly longer than covering his feet three times, and finally folded them once and rolled them again to form a clever discount.
.
She was only wearing thin underwear and black pantyhose, and she had an unobstructed view of the beautiful scenery from her high position. Her waist was beautiful under the gravity of fat, and her slow breathing was full of rich bone soup and she was simmering to the extreme.
The bubbling heat of life.
Yuxuan turned his head away again. Miyamoto Yukiko didn't mind him, but he did mind Miyamoto Yukiko's trust in him. The basis of liking someone is respect, and he understood this very well.
"Xuezi, please dress well in front of me next time." Yu Xian said with a naive smile, he was holding back his laughter.
Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned for a moment, with sullen eyes. She looked up at Yuxian Zhisheng and shouted: "Zhisheng, you don't understand women at all. If you put on clothes first and then put on makeup, powder residue will fall on the clothes."
"You're right." Yu Xian blushed naively.
"You should learn more about women's habits from me, you idiot. Don't make a big joke when you find a girlfriend in the future." Yukiko Miyamoto said.
She walked to the closet and picked up a high-hanging black silk dress: "Also, I'm going to send you to school in this dress today. It must not get dirty, absolutely!"
“Isn’t it cold if you wear this in winter?”
Yuzuru found Yukiko Miyamoto as incomprehensible as Aoi Tamiya who wore a white dress to play in winter.
"Of course it's cold." Yukiko Miyamoto said angrily, "Do you think I want to wear it?"
